Holy shit

What once seemed like a distant possibility is now 30 days away. This time next month, I will be doing something I've never done -- and never thought I would do. Get on a plane and fly alone to South America.

I am nervous, scared and excited. It is a little like anticipating a jump in a very cold pool of water -- you know it will be a great experience, but not sure how much it will hurt.

I am feeling more confidence every day as I research where I am going and time I spend practicing Spanish. 

Still, holy shit.